Chapter 224
Chapter 224
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The cars rolled in smoothly from the underground tunnel, engines purring low like predators returning to
the den.
I stood beneath the wide black umbrella, shielding myself from the pale morning sun that managed to pierce even this far below ground? Waiting for the godfather.
As the lead vehicle slowed to a stop, I stepped forward and opened the rear door with practiced deference.
The Godlike Mafia Godfather emerged tall, immaculate, radiating quiet authority.
He straightened his cuffs, gave me a single nod of acknowledgment, then closed the door himself and turned his gaze back toward the tunnel. The distant growl of approaching engines echoed off the concrete walls.
I swallowed, fingers tightening on the umbrella handle. I’d left Marlik barely an hour ago, racing here at Father’s command, but the sudden betrothal announcement still burned in my chest like acid. I couldn’t stay silent.
“Dad p>
“Yes?” His eyes never left the tunnel.
“Father, about the betrothal p>
“It’s time you settled down, Cupid.” His voice was calm, final, as he smoothed an invisible crease from his sleeve. “Your grandmother wanted grandchildren. You’ve delayed Roselia long enough. You know how much she loves you p>
“But I p>
The words died in my throat as the new convoy emerged from the shadows. The air shifted, thickened I with something almost sacred.
Engines quieted to a respectful hum. Father moved forward himself, opening the rear door of the second car with a reverence he rarely showed anyone.
Beta Sky stepped out.
Silence swallowed the entire underground garage,
Even after five years, the man carried more power than memory had granted him. Silver hair swept back, steel – gray eyes that missed nothing, presence like gravity.
He stood as Father’s second–in–command here in Godlike Pack and he was called five years ago to moon tower for the rituals meant for betas from respectful packs.
The night he left was the same night his daughter and I shared our first night. After that. We’d only ever
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spoken through encrypted calls, coded letters, Mafia whispers. He’d taken his daughter Roselia with him and raised her in the Tower’s iron traditions.
Now they were back.
Beta Sky embraced Father. Tight, brief, familial, then turned to me. I bowed instinctively. He waved it away and gripped my arm in a firm, steady clasp.
“You should go to her,” he said quietly. “She couldn’t wait to see you p>
My gaze flicked to the open car door. Heart shrinking, I handed the umbrella to Desmond and stepped forward.
Years ago, When I came to Godlike pack, we’d met. I wouldn’t call it love at first sight, but we’d ended up tangled in sheets until she left with her father to the Tower. And now she was here as my betrothed.
I opened the door wider.
She stepped out gracefully, all elegance and quiet power.
“Hi,” she said, smiling softly.
I tried to return it. Failed. Settled for a nod.
“Let’s go in,” I murmured.
She slipped her arm through mine before I could pull away, and together we walked toward the massive hall.
The underworld chamber was already full, boards seated along the long obsidian table, underlings standing at respectful attention. The air thrummed with anticipation.
I pulled out a chair for Roselia. She sat with perfect poise then she pull me to sank into my seat beside her, leaving my mind reeling.
Beta Sky remained standing at the head of the table.
“First,” he announced, voice carrying effortlessly, “I suggest the drug papers signed today p>
The words yanked me out of my thoughts.
I looked sharply at Desmond. He was equally stunned then back to Beta Sky
What?
How did Beta Sky knows about the drugs? Who inform everyone?
The room stilled. Every eye turned to the documents laid out on the table. Contracts, manifests, distribution routes. The same shipment we’d spent weeks sabotaging, delaying, bleeding dry to keep off
the streets.
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And now they wanted it signed. Today.
My pulse kicked hard against my ribs.
This wasn’t just business.
This was war and I was standing on the wrong side of the line.
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